A review by shitbookreviews
The Ravens by Danielle Paige, Kass Morgan

5.0

Hot dayyum. If I could leave it at that I would, but you deserve a few more than two words.

Witches – ✅
Baddies – ✅
Corruption – ✅
An adorable little witch of which I wanna take under my non-witch wing and protect forever? – ✅

As someone who grew up in Scotland where you could only witness a sorority through tv/films, I’ve always presumed they’d be a nightmare. And I still think they’re a nightmare, BUT if I was swooped into one that was a secret coven for some powerful-witches-in-training, then I’d probably change my mind. I am fickle after all.

SooooOooOoooo. The characters:

✨ Vivi – the adorable little witch mentioned above. She’s lived a sheltered life and isn’t exactly someone you’d get Sorority Sister vibes from. A loner (through no choice of her own) that blends into any wall she stands next to but is desperate to break away from her controlling mother.

✨ Scarlett – you will hate her at the start. Guaranteed. An absolute snobby boot from the beginning and, from time to time, caused me to audibly ‘urghhhh‘ when it was another chapter about her. A Junior in the Kappa Rho Nu sorority and it enjoying every moment of it. You’ll warm to her – pinky promise.

Now little Vivi and Scarlett’s worlds are about to collide when wee Vi turns up at the Kappa party purely by chance, stands against her wall (same girl, sameeee) to observe the chaos of a Freshman party and before she knows it, has power tingling out her fingertips. Before long, she’s a fully-fledged Kappa (I have no idea what this means) and everything gets all Mean Girls up in here.

BUT (and there’s always a but), shit ain’t going smoothly and dark forces are at work in the background ready to mess everything up. Standard.

This little nugget of a book got my attention and it does not mess about. Whilst the book charges off at a hefty speed, you don’t feel like you’re being left in the dust even whilst you’re being slapped in the noggin’ with twists and turns along the way. Oh, and I almost guarantee that you’ll be getting near the end plonked on your sofa with a smug wee grin on your face thinking you’ve worked it out. You ain’t.

Yes, this is a typical YA book. Yes, there is some proper cheese in it (sisters, WOOOOOO etc. etc.) but oh boy am I in love. We’ll be married tomorrow